I  wish that today, I could
demonstrate;
reciprocate
everything you once gave to me;
your blue-eyed glance,
your firm grasp on my hand, &
your love
is still worth 1000 poems
& I'm so sorry
that I cannot
illustrate
that through more than just
these few
short
lines.

I need to go.
I need closure.
I need someone new.
I need her to take me back.
I can't go back.
I can't keep living like this.
I can't control it.
I can't understand why it was me.
Why did I try?
Why did I love so hard?
Why do I deserve this?
Why is it over?

I won't let this build up inside of me.

These eyes have seen trouble and seen pain.
Having gone looking for someone to blame.
Even though I can't blame anyone but myself.
So I need to take my shettered soul off the shelf.
Ending all the shame and disgrace I place upon me.
Every chance that passed me by to set my soul free.
Yearning for the contenment when I'm down and blue.
Everything happens for a reason and that is true.
So I just want you to know these eyes bleed for you.

I love you....
Simple enough
In a complicated world
I love you
And you love me

Still
And always
As it was
As it will be
As all I ever know

My pen produces painful heat
As I hold her in my hands
Glorious

Because I write
On your skin
I write well considered verse
Flowing though your veins
I write my soul
On your very heart

I write boiling blood

Because the depths of my being
Burn hotter than suns
Becoming the day
We find light

I write forest fires
I write igniting sparks
I write dying embers
As odes to your heart
I write the only thing I can

I write your name

I walk
Because you walk

I walk
With the pain of the world I know

I walk
But I will not probably get very far

I walk
Watching my feet so I don't fall down

I walk
With a heart beating your name

I walk
With the most irreverent steps

I walk
Knowing you walk as well

I walk
In joy because I'm in your thoughts

I walk
Towards the love in your heart

I walk
Because you walk towards me

I walk
Every foot-fall in your directuon

O! That you know me so well!
The story my shadows tell
A death knell
A dead one
In the light of the the your night-falling words
What manner corpend?
That you would portend
The growing clouds
The viscious wind
The vacuous void
The abysmal end

As you wish
         To draw my ire
My flames of burning desire
Engulfing as fire
I shall surely make you feel your bones as ash

Make me now an eater of soul!
My carefully concocted creations
Aiming squarely as arrow in bow
Being drawn as a portrait of your mechanations
Your confusion
Your naiveté
Your goals
All meaningless
             All your nothingness
                       All your dreams to be as I am
You have assaulted my art loving ears
With pure dribble
Tripe and dreck
Trite and dretch
A sketch by an amateur artist
Back-handed and drawing with the left

Make me now an eater of soul!
A hand touching darkness
Grabbing it neatly
And delivering it as it is
To you
On a silver platter
These jaws of a lover
Growing fangs
As you want
Becoming the jaws of hell
Eater of soul

O! That you know me so well!